The enormity of Quinn’s request for his sperm weighed in Ryan’s chest. He had no idea how to respond to her. He supposed if he had a really good friend who couldn’t get pregnant, he might think about donating sperm, but this was weird. What would they be? She didn’t want him to be the father; she’d said she only wanted sperm.
He looked at his phone. For a change it hadn’t been his family who had interrupted his day, but Mary, at the bar. Ryan called to find out what emergency needed his attention. Couldn’t he even get one afternoon away?
“O’Leary’s.”
“Hey, Mary, what’s up?”
“Oh, thank God it’s you. I’ve got a bar full of people talking about getting free drinks. I have no idea where they came from. They say they’re participating in a pub crawl and they were promised a free drink with t
